Style: Heavy-Bass Funk / Street Anthem
Vibe: A groove so deep it rattles your teeth. Raw, high-energy, and "G" status honest.
[Intro]
(Sound of a lighter flicking and a bottle cap hitting the floor. The bass kicks in with a slow, nasty "walk.")
"Stop pretending for a second.
We all know why we’re here.
To get high, get loud, and get real.
I’m saying what you’re thinking... so just listen."
[Verse 1]
We’re all broke, we’re all bent, we’re all chasing the rent
Wondering where the hell the last ten years went.
I’m a big-girl-boss, sexy, thick, and original
In a world where being 'real' is considered a criminal.
I’m a freak in the sheets, yeah, I’ll throw it on down
While y’all are playing 'proper' in this plastic-ass town.
I’m spittin’ bars in my sleep, I’m a ninja with the truth
I’m the jagged-edge reality they didn't teach in youth.
[Verse 2]
(Fast, snapping flow—direct and ruthless)
You’re high, I’m high, let’s stop the charade
The system is a joke and we’re all underpaid.
I’m faithful to my man, yeah, he’s my only ride
But I’m loyal to the loners with nothing to hide.
Running from the cops? Yeah, we’ve all been there
With the wind in our face and the smoke in the air.
Rich or the poor, tonight the line is a blur
If you’re looking for a lady, I’m the one you’ll defer!
[Chorus]
So drink a beer, make some love, and say "fuck you" too!
I’m saying all the shit that you’re scared to do.
We’re the homegrown wreckage, the gems in the dirt
Trying to find a little heaven in a world full of hurt.
Yeah, I’m nasty and funky, original and raw
The baddest-ass ninja that you ever did saw.
Tonight we’re the truth, tonight we’re the gold
The only New York story that’ll never be sold!
[Verse 3]
To the geek in the corner and the thief at the door
To the girl who’s been told she’s a "little too much" or "more."
You’re thirty-eight and lead, you’re a heavyweight prize
I see the same "don't-give-a-damn" look in your eyes.
We’re all damaged goods, we’re all restricted and rare
So throw your hands up if you just don't care.
I was destined to break 'em, I was destined to shine
Mixing the grit of the street with a celestial wine.
[Bridge]
(Beat drops to a dead stop—then a massive, vibrating bass pulse)
Break the wall.
Speak the fact.
Once I say it...
I can't take it back.
One for the stoner...
One for the beast...
One for the girl who’s the boss of the feast.
[Outro]
Yeah.
Ninja status.
Unfiltered.
Uncut.
Still high. Still faithful. Still sexy as hell.
Now drink up and get busy.
(Sound of a loud, rowdy crowd roar and a final, funky bass slap that echoes out.)
The "Truth" Breakd
